Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.